And grimly gnash, threatning reuenge in vaine;
His burning eyen, whom bloudie strakes did staine,
Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fire,
And more for ranck despight, then for great paine,
Shakt his long lockes, colourd like copper-wire,
And bit his tawny beard to shew his raging ire.
Thus when as Guyon Furor had captiu’d, xvi
Turning about he saw that wretched Squire,
Whom that mad man of life nigh late depriu’d,
Lying on ground, all soild with bloud and mire: